Hey, guys! :) Time for a new chapter, I hope you'll like it :)
The sun was shining, the weather was really warm and there wasn't even a single cloud in the bright blue sky. The road was lonely and mild wind was blowing from time to time. I adjusted the straps of my backpack and groaned when the movement caused me pain. The wound wasn't that serious but I really had to remove the bullet when I got to some decent place. It hurt me every time I inhaled but that's what you got when you got caught trespassing in order to get to a grave and burn the bones. I continued walking down the road. It really was a rough day – my car broke just in the middle of nowhere, I couldn't repair it so I dumped it and my phone got no reception. And I was shot. I felt severe pain and pressed my hand upon the wound; it was bleeding again but because of my black tank top it wasn't so obvious. The bullet was stuck on my left side just below the ribs – it was a mere scratch, nothing serious but I needed to take care of that soon.
I stopped again and took out my bottle of the backpack. There wasn't much water left in it. I sighed and took one small sip. I wasn't sure for how long I was going to be stranded in the middle of nowhere. I hoped to hitchhike but there were no passing vehicles for now. But half an hour later I heard the most wonderful sound on earth ever – the roaring of an engine. I turned back and positioned myself in the middle of the road; there wasn't a chance missing that vehicle. If I had to, I was going to use brutal force to get on that thing. I wiped my bloody hand in my top; I didn't need getting more attention to myself than needed. It was a car – old black classy Chevy Impala. I waved my hands in the air, hoping the car would stop instead of running me over.
"Hey!" the driver's head popped out the window "Are you crazy? Jumping in front of people's car like that!?"
"Sorry" I shrugged "But I could really use some help"
He arched his eyebrows and turned to the man in the passenger seat. After a second of silent conversation between the two of them the driver said:
"Where are you going?"
"Just the nearest town"
"Fine, hop in"
"Really?" I got excited "Thanks, guys, you're saving me" I smiled widely and opened the door getting on the back seat "I'm Alexa, by the way"
It was a relief to get the heavy backpack off of my back. I had all my guns and clothes and everything I needed on the road in it so it was almost heavier than me.
"Nice to meet you, Alexa" the man in the shotgun seat turned around and smiled at me "I'm Sam, that's my brother Dean"
Dean stared at me from the rear view mirror and I smiled at him. They were both really handsome – Dean with his short edgy hair and green eyes and Sam with his cute expression and deep hazel eyes. But there was something about them… I wasn't sure what exactly, but something wasn't completely right – they were a bit weird, communicating without talking with one another and they looked pretty sharp, ready to jump and run if needed. I decided that if they don't try to kill me while we got to some motel or something, everything was going to be fine. Except my wound that was hurting me more and more and refused to stop bleeding no matter how hard I was pressing it. After twenty minutes in light conversations and listening to classic rock I gave up. I had to take care of that bullet right away.
"Mhm… guys?" I hesitantly began "You've got an aid kit or something like that?"
"What? Why?" Sam asked, cautious in his eyes
"Well" I shrugged and showed him my bloody hand "I don't think you'll like it … me bleeding to death on your back seat"
Dean hit the brakes so suddenly I almost fell off the seat.
"What?" he turned around and looked me in anger
"I got shot last night. I thought I could handle it until I got in some decent motel or something but I can't…." I said, my hand secretly put on my gun, ready to act if things go wrong
But Dean was faster. I faced the barrel of his gun. Damn, he was good.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked with stern voice
I removed my fingers from my gun and sighed. I didn't know those guys, I was wounded and I had gun pointed at me. Not much of a choice…
"I… I was…" I tried to avoid the word "hunting" "I was…working but I had an… accident"
"Wait" Sam asked and looked me curiously "You're a hunter?"
I looked at them a bit shocked but after he said that everything came to place.
"Yeah" I replied "You, too?"
"Yep" Dean nodded and removed his gun
The boys helped me to get out the bullet, then put a nice bandage and threw away the bloody rags we used. Now I had my chance to take a good look on them. They were just gorgeous, joy to the eye. They were both tall, but Sam was taller, both fit and good-looking. No girl could lay her eye on them without drooling. I wasn't much of an exception. Having fellow hunters around me wasn't something I was used to – I always worked alone. One of the many things my mother taught me was I could rely only on myself. But those two seemed nice and helped me when they didn't have to. I liked them.
"Good as new, Alexa" Dean joked when finished with my wound while I was pulling down my tank top to cover the bandages
"Thanks. But friends call me Lexi" I said smiling and…
I opened my eyes. Every bit of my body was in pain. Everything was blurred in front of me… Where the hell was I? I was with Dean and Sam… Then I realized I had a dream of how we met. I managed to focus my eyes. I was in hospital; the hard and uncomfortable bed should've given me a hint about that. Then the memories flooded my mind. The siren, the car crash… With a lot of effort I managed to sit. I felt weak and had a headache. And probably a mild concussion. But I had no pipes and beeping monitors, so my condition wasn't that bad at all. Then I saw Dean, asleep in a chair near my bed. I smiled. He looked so cute sleeping, careless and calm.
Since that day I met the boys on that deserted road we got inseparable. Over time I got to know them better. They were rough over the edges but had hearts of gold. After my mother's death they were the closest thing I had to family. The bunker became our home. The first home I ever had. Sam was always nice and ready to help, easy to talk, full of compassion and understanding and in time he became my closest friend. Dean was funny and more stoic than Sam, hiding his emotions deep inside. Weren't we all hunters the same, hiding behind the mask of sass because that was what was making everything a bit better and helped us keep going.
"Dean" I called and his eyes immediately flew wide open as he looked at me
"Lex!" he choked, sleep in his voice "How…" he cleared his throat "How are you?"
"Great" I shrugged "Just a bit thirsty"
He silently handed me a glass of water. Before I could thank him he got on his feet and headed to the door.
"Going to call the doctor" and he left me alone
I looked around. God, I hated hospitals. I couldn't stand all the sterility, the pale and faded colors, the cold… and that smell of medicine. I felt like a trapped animal and wanted to get out of here as quick as possible. I sighed and tried to make myself comfortable in this horrible hospital bed.
In that moment the door opened and a doctor came, followed by Sam and Dean. I smiled widely and took a good look at the doctor. I might had a crush on Dean which I kept in secret because I didn't want to ruin our relationship but that didn't mean I was a saint. Plus, the doctor was hot – tall, muscular, nice blonde hair and deep blue eyes and a perfect smile that could made a girl melt.
"Hi, I'm dr Polac" he greeted and I smiled wider "Alexa Hale, right?"
"Hi, doc. Say now when can I go home?"
He didn't even had the chance to get to my bed and obviously my question caught him by surprise because he stopped and looked at me.
"Is it really that bad here?" he asked and took a look at my file
"I don't know" I shrugged "Are all doctors handsome like you?" mischievous smile playing on my lips
The doctor chuckled but didn't comment. Dean choked while Sam was trying to hide his amused face. Polac reached me and carefully examined me and flashed me in the eyes with that special flashlight the doctors were using for… I wasn't sure what exactly they were checking with it. He explained me something about spine problems because of the crash and some nerve damage. That got my full attention. I had a bad feeling about this. My guts were telling me to prepare for bad news. The dark faces of Sam and Dean just confirmed that. The big question was what exactly was wrong with me?
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review and tell me your opinion :) Have a nice weekend
